V.
[Shall I strive with wordes to move]
Shall I striue with wordes to moue, when deedes receiue not due regard?
Shall I striue with wordes to moue, when deedes receiue not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please, nor be freely heard? All woes haue end, though
a while delaid, our patience prouing. O that times
strange effects could but make, but make her louing. Griefe alas though all in vaine, her restlesse anguish must reueale:
Shee alone my wound shall know, though shee will not heale. Stormes calme at last, and
why may not shee leaue off her frowning? O sweet Loue,
help her hands my affection crowning. I woo'd her, I lou'd her,
and none but her admire. O come deare ioy, and answere my desire.
